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So as last prompt showed, some of these prompts are going to be totally unconventional but hey, that's Dean and Cas for ya XD And also, I am SO sorry for updating THIS late but the site decided to spaz out on me and would not let me onto it – I stayed up till 11 pm before admitting defeat. Tonight's prompt will still be up at the usual time, barring any unforeseen complications!
Also, NSFW warning for the last bit of the chapter. You should be alright for most of it, though.
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9. Kiss partner's body all over
Dean knew that Cas could sense that something was up with him. But Sam was the person he was close to, who knew him best, and he didn't even tell his brother when anything was up until he was backed into a corner. Why the hell would he tell Cas?
Especially when this was about Cas. Camael's words had been playing on repeat in Dean's head ever since they'd killed the fucker and escaped and how was he supposed to fight back against them if they were true? He was a thorn in Heaven's side – and though that was a title he wasn't anything less than proud of, it hadn't been easy for Cas, having to choose between Dean and his family. He was poison. He did corrupt everything. Cas had had a home – a family – before Dean had ripped that all away. Now the angel was stuck road tripping with Dean, the guy he clearly liked only because he didn't know any better. Who in their right mind could love Dean and stick with him like Cas had? Just because he loved –
He loved Cas. That was something he already knew but now, the thought made nausea rise up in him rather than joy. He knew that the people he loved always got hurt. He'd fucking known it and yet, he still allowed himself to be happy with Cas. He'd allowed himself to think that he had a chance at happiness like everyone else! Now how was he supposed to reconcile with the fact that he loved Cas? If Cas had gotten hurt when Dean was still coming to terms, what would happen to the angel if Dean actually admitted it out loud? If Cas died or was seriously injured because of him, how could he ever forgive himself?
"Dean? Dean, what's wrong?"
"Nothing," Dean mumbled, turning away from Cas in bed. He had to stay away from Cas, for his angel's safety! He wouldn't let anything happen to Cas!
"Dean –"
"Nothing's wrong, Cas! Just leave me alone! Or do we have such a 'profound bond' that –"
Before he could finish his sentence, he was grabbed by the shoulder and forcefully turned onto his back. He then had a pissed angel straddling him, his blue eyes stormy and his mouth set in a hard line.
"What's wrong, Dean? I know you. I know that you resort to hurtful comments when you are in pain, so as to ward off those who would wish to help you. Tell me what's wrong."
Dean shook his head stubbornly.
"Dean, I just want to help you. I love you –"
"Yeah! And I do too!" Dean burst out. "And y'know what that gets me? Dead family and friends. I can't say that, Cas. You saw what happened with that dick Camael. If I say it, you can end up dead! I've lost too many people to let you die! Hell, you and Sam already did die before!"
"Dean –"
"You ever wonder why I never said it to anyone but Mom? Because I said it to her and she died. I couldn't ever tell my own brother and father that I loved them because I was terrified that I'd lose 'em! But it doesn't matter, does it? Even if I don't say it, everyone ends up dead. So if you know what's good for you, you'll get the fuck away from me."
"Dean, I –"
"I fucked up your life, Cas. You had a home – a family – before you risked your life to pull my worthless ass out of Hell. And now Heaven doesn't want you back and your brothers and sisters hate you, so you gotta stick with me because you don't know any better – I mean, no one in their right mind can love me –"
"Dean!"
Dean fell silent at the pure rage in Cas' eyes, his heart hammering. When Cas spoke every word dripped with fury.
"So that's what you think of me? A stupid, incompetent being who only stays with you out of obligation and pity?"
"What? No! You're smart and brilliant –"
"Then did it ever cross your mind that maybe I stay with you because I want to? Because I love you? Because I threw everything away for you? I chose you over Heaven, Dean. Not all of the angels hate me – in fact, several have said that they would welcome me back should I ever choose to return. But the only time I will ever return to Heaven is when you die for the last time, so that I can spend the rest of my days with you and Sam in your Heaven."
Dean's whole body was numb. His mind was blank. How the hell could Cas feel this way about him?
"You are worthy of love, Dean. I would raise you from a thousand Hells if I had to. And even if the people you love do die, they do not die because you love them."
"They do! Mom – Dad – Ellen – Jo – Sam – you –"
"None of us died because of you, Dean. We died because of the choices we made. Even if I did die because of you, I would still choose you. I love you, Dean. You need to see that you are worthy of love."
Cas let go of Dean's shirt and turned Dean's head with one hand. Something swelled inside Dean and his eyes began to prickle and sting at the pure, raw love he could see in Cas' face, before Cas was kissing him. Dean raised his hands to grip Cas' shoulders, returning the kiss and trying to pour every little bit of love he felt for his beautiful angel into it. It seemed to work because Cas deepened the kiss, running his other hand through Dean's short hair and demanding entry to Dean's mouth with his tongue; entry that Dean quickly granted, moaning when Cas licked into his mouth. The kiss lasted until Dean needed air, at which point Cas began to trail kisses from the corner of his mouth down his jaw and to his throat.
"Cas – what're you –?"
Cas silenced him with another kiss.
"I'm showing you that you do deserve love in the only way I can think of, since words clearly will not get through to you."
"But Cas –"
"Do you trust me, human?"
That was a no-brainer. Dean nodded immediately.
"Then let me love you."
Dean closed his eyes as Cas gently bit his throat and then began to kiss, ensuring that a bruise would be left. Dean groaned and tipped his head back, baring his throat in what he thought was the most trusting thing he'd ever done; it wasn't easy to leave himself completely vulnerable like that – if anything damaged his throat enough, it was game over, as Camael had demonstrated – and he hadn't left himself that open to any of his previous lovers but this was Cas. He trusted Cas with his life – no, his soul. Cas seemed to sense this because he detached himself from the blossoming hickey and began to leave feather light kisses down Dean's neck and to his collar.
"Cas…"
Cas sat up and began to pull Dean's shirt up, his eyes smouldering, kissing inch after inch of skin that was revealed.
"You deserve this, Dean," he said forcefully. "You deserve every little bit of love that you are shown. It pains me that you cannot see that."
Dean sat up so that his angel could pull his shirt off. Cas gently laid him back down and began to caress his chest lightly.
"It also pains me that you treat me as a fool for loving you," Cas continued. Dean shivered when Cas' hands brushed over his hard nipples. "It pains me that you think that you can decide what I want for me. I chose to fall for free will. I fought to make my own decisions. Do you know what I choose?"
Cas leaned down, his breath ghosting over Dean's ear.
"I choose you, Dean. I will always choose you."
Dean had to fight the strong urge to burst out laughing at Cas' unintentional Pokémon reference. He expected Cas to sit back up but instead, his angel descended down to his chest and began to trail kisses down it. Dean hissed when Cas took one of his nipples into his mouth and began to suckle.
"Cas…dammit, Cas…"
He felt Cas smile around the small nub and when he added a gentle scraping of teeth, Dean couldn't help but let out a long, loud groan. He dug his fingers into Cas' shoulders, his head still tipped back, and as his dick began to swell with blood and perk up, he tried to rut against Cas' leg in an attempt to relieve some of the pressure. Cas simply moved out of Dean's reach.
"C'mon, Cas!"
"There will be a reward at the end, Dean. Just be patient."
He turned his attention to Dean's other nipple and showered it with equal attention before kissing down Dean's arm to his hand, pressing tiny kisses to each of his fingers, then doing the same to his other arm before finally trailing down his stomach and to the waistband of his sweatpants. Dean let out a happy, shaky sigh when Cas pulled them and his boxers down, Dean lifting his hips to help out, but a frustrated sound escaped his mouth when Cas ignored his erection in favour of kissing down his legs.
"Cas!"
"Patience, Dean."
Dean squirmed when Cas kissed his feet and toes – because that shit was just weird – but finally, at long last, Cas returned up to his waiting dick and began to kiss his inner thighs. Now all he needed was for Cas to grab his dick and work those magic hands and – oh, that gleam in his angel's eyes couldn't be good – was he –?
Cas licked a stripe up Dean's shaft and then took Dean's dick in his mouth. Dean let out an embarrassingly loud moan, grabbing fistfuls of Cas' hair and tugging because dammit, that felt so fucking good! Cas detached himself, smiling up at Dean.
"Tell me if I am doing anything wrong, Dean."
But Dean couldn't have formed a coherent thought if his life depended on it. Cas just couldn't be a pure virgin – he just couldn't – that was not the mouth of somebody who had never done this before!
"Dean, is this satis –?"
"Don't fucking stop!"
If Dean thought that Cas hollowing his cheeks and licking around his slit was bad enough, it was nothing compared to when Cas took him all the way down to the hilt, his dick bumping the back of his angel's throat. Panting, Dean couldn't help but thrust up into Cas' mouth and oh God, did this angel have a fucking gag reflex at all?
"Caaaaaasssss – God – Cas – don't stop – dammit – don't stop – I can't – you awesome angel – Cas – Cas – Cas –"
All Dean could brokenly stutter now was Cas' name. His whole body was on fire, he was practically pulling Cas' hair out and he must have had lightning running through his veins because that was not blood. When Cas swallowed, his throat muscles clenching around his dick, Dean knew that he was a goner. It only took two more swallows before Dean was coming, Cas swallowing his release almost eagerly, and each time Cas gulped down Dean's load, it just drove Dean further and further into insanity and all he could do was let out a long, low cry and yank Cas' hair.
And then it was over and Dean sagged back into the bed, gasping and panting in exhaustion. Cas crawled up Dean's body, smiling, and curled up next to him, making Dean lift a shaky arm so that he could wrap it around his angel. Cas pulled the covers up over both of them.
"I love you, Dean. Nothing will ever change that."
When Cas kissed him, Dean tasted a salty, musky flavour and realised, with a sudden rush, that it was him. It was his taste on Cas' lips! And if he had his way, Cas wouldn't ever taste anybody else! He didn't even want to think about Cas tasting anybody else!
"Mine," he growled. Cas looked at him quizzically as, with a surprise burst of sudden energy, he rolled on top of Cas and attacked his mouth roughly. "Mine. You're mine. 'M sorry, Cas. Don't leave me. You're mine. Mine, mine, mine."
Each 'mine' was punctuated with a short kiss. Cas lay there, startled, as Dean continued to claim him and then furiously began to unbutton his white shirt, untucking it from his slacks.
"Not gonna let anyone else have you. Please, Cas. You can't – I need you. Mine."
Cas shuddered underneath him as he pressed rough kisses to his angel's chest. Dean then found himself being pulled back up so that Cas could forcefully kiss him, his angel tugging his hair sharply.
"Of course, Dean. I'm yours. I will never leave you. I could never love somebody else as I do you."
Dean let out a small, satisfied growl and began to kiss Cas roughly again. Time to leave his own mark on his beautiful angel!
